Examining the letter with gloves on, Lumian breathed a sigh of relief.

No problem this time!

Three rituals in a row to summon spirit creatures made him feel a little tired.

After thinking about it, Lumian said to the spirit creature that resembled a rabbit, "Can you do me another favor?" ”

The "rabbit" thought seriously for a few seconds and nodded slowly.

Lumian unbuttoned the pockets of the gray-blue worker's uniform: "Then you follow me first." ”

The illusory and transparent "rabbit" jumped in mid-air and came to Lumian's side, posing as a follower.

Lumian sighed silently and said: "The rabbit" kept a dumb expression, jumped into Lumian's pocket, and shrunk up.

Because it doesn't really have thickness or weight, the pockets close quickly, leaving no traces.

After placing the letter in the same coat pocket, Lumien opened the "Spirit Wall", removed his gloves, and exited Room 207.

He wandered all the way to Market Avenue, near the Suhit steam train station.

At this time, it was just after five o'clock, many people had not finished their work, there were not many pedestrians on the road, but not few, people leaving the station passed in groups, or went to the bus stop signs, or looked for the entrance to the subway, or carried luggage, purely on their feet, walking to the nearby streets, looking for a temporary place tonight.

Lumian patted his right coat pocket, pointed to the mailbox dozens of meters away, and said in a suppressed voice: "Do you see that green metal cylinder?" ”

He immediately felt the vibration of the pocket of his clothes, and the "rabbit" replied in this way.

Lumien breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Put the letter next to you into that metal canister."

After speaking, Lumian pinched his temples on both sides and turned on the "Spiritual Vision".

He saw the "rabbit" float out, wrapped in a "letter for help", through the crowd of people, and reached the green metal cylinder.

Just when Lumian thought that "Rabbit" would put the letter in the mailbox and successfully complete the task, the guy went in with the letter.

After a few moments it broke away from the mailbox and flew towards Lumian, and the letter was left inside.

Lumian closed his eyes and comforted himself, "It's also ...... in."

He then left Market Avenue with the "rabbit", found an alley with no people, and told the other party in Hermesian that the summoning was over.

This thing was draining his spirit all the time.

When the "rabbit" returned to the spirit world, Lumian was finally relieved.

For Charlie's help, he plans to end here, and then it will be up to the official extraordinary to deal with it.

"If it weren't interesting enough, I wouldn't bother to help him, but would I have to do it for him and Susanna. Matisse's weird creature that looks strong at first glance fights? Lumian muttered silently.

He then laughed a little: in the village of Cordu, if the vulgar fellows knew about Susanna. Matisse will certainly ask ambiguously whether it is a fight in bed, or in a haystack?

Of course, when facing them, Lumian can be just as vulgar.

On the way back to the street, he found a meatloaf shop and bought a "red fish hot beef patty" for dinner.

Paired with soda peddled by street vendors, Lumien ate as he weaved through the crowd, occasionally avoiding a few hands that were quietly reaching for his wallet.

Compared with the Rouen patty, the "Red Fish Hot Beef Patty" is not so greasy, the freshness and delicacy of the fish, the mellow and crispy flavor of the beef, the sweet chewiness of the dough, and the fragrance of spices and fats are mixed together, which makes Lumian's taste buds open one after another with a very layered taste.

After he had eaten and drunk enough, he carried a glass bottle with a third of the red liquid, and said with a heartfelt emotion: "No wonder the people of Trier like meatloaf......

"After a while, I will have the opportunity to try the first restaurant to make red fish hot beef patties on Richelieu Street in the library district...... "Tokaka patty, Perrigueux patty, Tudan cashew tart, pâté pie......

Drinking a pomegranate-flavored soda, Lumian turned into the streets.

What caught his eye was a chaotic scene, with suspected gang members facing each other in the streets, armed with knives and axes or clubs.

Pedestrians moved away, and one by one the vendors withdrew from the streets, and the occupants of the houses on both sides closed their windows with a clatter.

Lumian didn't go any further, took a few steps back, and found a pilaster to cover the situation and observe the situation ahead with interest......

After he suspects that Margot of the Stinger Gang is killed by himself, it triggers the suspicion of several gangs in the market area, which eventually develops into a fire merger.

Wait and wait, nearly a quarter of an hour passed, and Lumian still didn't wait for a large-scale clash among the gang members.

This made him a little disappointed who wanted to see the excitement, and scolded in a low voice: "Aren't you all good, occupying the street and not doing it, standing there for punishment, thinking that you have too much time, right?" ”

In a flash of thought, Lumian looked at the five-story gray-and-white building next to him.

He seriously considered whether to find a random room and threw the finished soda bottle between the two gangs, making them all mistakenly think that the other party's leader had signaled the attack.

In that way, Lumian will have a lively scene to watch.

Just as he was about to put his idea into practice, a large number of police officers in black uniforms appeared at both ends of the street.

The front rows rode tall brown or black horses, armed with shields and clubs, and pressed the horse's steps to approach the gang members step by step.

This brought a great sense of oppression, and many gang members began to waver.

When the mounted police charged, the gang members who had gathered in the chaotic streets dispersed, some escaped, and some were knocked to the ground.

Lumian just wanted to snap and applaud, and a heart that was looking for excitement was greatly satisfied.

It didn't take long for the chaotic streets to resume their usual hustle and bustle.

Lumian took the last sip of her pomegranate soda and walked back to the Golden Rooster Hotel, where she entered room 207.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he thought back to the whole process of writing and sending letters, to see if there were any omissions, so as not to be targeted by the official extraordinary.

After a while, Lumian sighed in a low voice, "If only I had a messenger, there would be no need for such trouble." ”

Unfortunately, the messenger was not so easy to obtain, not even his sister Auror.

So far, Lumien knows only two people who have messengers: one is the "Magician" lady, and the other is "Hela", the vice president of the Curly Whisk Workshop that Orol had mentioned.

"Hela......" Lumian's expression gradually sank.

If the Oroel in his dream really has some influence from the soul fragment, it can be seen that Oroel still trusts the vice president of "Hela", and can think of summoning the other party's messenger for help as soon as he encounters a problem.

"I don't know if Hela doesn't know Oroel's real identity, and whether she passed it, and that obituary tells her that Oroel has passed away......" Lumian muttered to himself.

As he pondered, it occurred to him that it was possible for him to summon Hela's messengers!

There are only three summoning spells, the last one of which Lumian can be sure of as "Hela's messenger alone", while the first two have a fixed format and requirements, and he will always find the right combination if he tries a few more times!

Moreover, in such a case, even if the first few combinations went wrong. Lumian would not be in any danger, as the description "Hela alone the messenger" ruled out other possibilities.

"Would you like to write a letter to Hela and tell her what happened to Aurore? ”

Lumian was a little embarrassed for a moment.

He intends to summon Hela's messenger now!

Although he still doesn't trust the vice president of the Curly Buddha Research Association, he doesn't feel that he has a value worthy of the other party's coveting, and Aurel still believed in "Hela" during his lifetime.

Lumian walked over to the wooden table, sat down, and began to write: "Dear Lady Hela: "I am sorry to write this letter to you, I am the brother of the Muggle, and I am reluctant to tell you that she has passed away in her misfortune. "It involved a catastrophe brought about by the belief in evil gods, and only me and a few people escaped.

"I'm not sure you're not interested in this matter, so I'm not going to go into detail so as not to waste your time.

After staring at the letter he had written for a few seconds, Lumian exhaled slowly and folded the paper.

Then he cleaned the room, rearranged the altar, and tried the first combination: "a spirit wandering back into vanity, a friendly creature to be driven, a messenger of Hela alone." ”

After reciting the incantation, Lumian looked at the candle flame dyed green, and waited patiently for the messenger to appear.

Minutes and seconds passed, and nothing happened inside the altar.

Undisappointed, Lumian spoke again: "Me! Calling in my name: "Spirits who roam the heavens; "Friendly creatures to drive;

"The messenger of Hela alone......

The dark green candle flame shook suddenly, and it became much larger.

At this point, not only is it not illuminated, but it is getting darker and darker.

In the darkness, something quickly sketched out.

It was a skeletal head shaped like a human skull, as if made of sterling silver, with a soft glow that dispelled the darkness around it.

Pale flames burned in the eye sockets of the skull's head, which made Lumian feel that the other party was dangerous.

Staring at Lumien for a few seconds, the sterling silver skull's head opened its mouth and bit down on the flying letter.

It then returned to the darkness that had regathered.